The Las Vegas Courtesan

So what would you do if you were an escort in a tourist city and when you call to get the information of a client, the girl who booked the call says the room number then says the first and last name of a person you know from your home state? I’m not talking about John Smith, nor something as extreme as Mach Klichenstiener …

This happened to me recently. I pulled into the Sahara hotel and the phone girl told me the name of a friend of mine from my home state. I paused… I could totally see this person visiting Las Vegas for a convention and getting the hair brained idea of calling a girl over. I called the room first to see what the guy sounded like since I can judge by the voice alone, but no one answered. I kind of froze because I knew I had to go knock on the door since the services are pretty strict on once you know the room information, they want you to go up to see if they are physically in the room.  I go upstairs, with my heart beating and knock on the door. Luckily no one still answered and she informed me the client was seriously drunk. Ah good. Luckily I have never run into someone I know from back home, but I have had other similar names come up but were really generic and thought nothing of it. So… if you were in my shoes, what would you do if you recognized a name?

Well lets face it… I could go on an on about the things I *don’t* like to hear (of course there are tons!) but hey… that would be negative and who wants that!?

Top Three Things I LIKE To Hear (in no particular order):

1) “I left the fee out for you”

 When I go on calls for agencies, the most unsexy thing is being asked a bunch of questions about something that was already was explained to them on the phone before I was even called to come over. The job of the girl who books the appointment is to properly pitch the guy and be ready for when the girl gets there.. that way the fun can begin right away! Every girl likes to come in and see a prepared guy with at least the fee. I never mind if people only have the fee and know they have to tip but wait to go to the ATM until I show up. A lot less hassle!

2) Being told during a large bachelor party by the organizer, “If someone in our party is being rude to you, come and get me”

As I have said before, there is always one asshole at every bachelor party. The sad part is when the other friends don’t tell that one guy to act right, and it ends up ruining the whole vibe in the room. It’s always comforting if the organizer knows some of his friends can be rude, and doesn’t mind telling them to behave.

3) Without asking the guy says, “I’m going to hop in the shower first, make yourself comfortable”

   I always make people wash up before hand. Some people take full showers when I ask and some people just wash their genitals. I really hate asking sometimes because I think people wonder if I am only asking because I think they are gross or that they stink, and that’s hardly the case. It makes it much more comfortable for me when people volunteer way ahead of my request.

Top Three Things I DON’T LIKE To Hear (in no particular order):

1) “I mean, we’re good looking guys and all.. I’m sure you wouldn’t charge us as much as some other guys”.

  This statement really makes it hard for me to not roll my eyes. I have to say that a pretty large majority of people who call for girls in Las Vegas are in their mid 20’s-late 30’s. Most guys this age assume that the ONLY type of guys who call are 50+ and have some sort of weight problem. I don’t know where they get this from, but it is definitely not the majority. A lot of people who visit Las Vegas are conventioneers, yes, but the other half of guys who visit are younger and eager to party. The nice way I like to respond to their vain comment is, “I don’t discriminate against who you are, your age, your weight, or where you stay and adjust my pricing to each category. I keep it fair!” heh.

2)  “Money is not an issue”

     Surprisingly when I hear this comment, money ALWAYS becomes an issue. You’d think that it would be like, “Oh well okay” and things go smoothly, but actually when I hear this comment usually the call doesn’t work out. This comment is also usually followed by:

3) “So… how much is it?”

     How much is it for what? So many people have different requests and needs, it’s all negotiable. I don’t have a set price and I know most girls don’t have a set in stone sticker amount for a session. Some people want sex, but want it just quick and fast. Some people want sex but want a whole hour, as many times, and also a long blow job. Some people want something in the middle. Some people don’t want sex at all and are afraid to go that far. I also get, “you know what I want”. If reading minds was so easy.. then I would have a straight answer and heck.. everything would be a lot easier! That would be awesome!

So one of my readers reminded me recently, “Hey you never finished that series about your previous arrests!”. Ah thanks for reminding me, and now that I am back from yet another trip, I will continue the saga. First of all I want to rant about this regular couple who I have discussed about standing me up before in this entry. Maybe I should have learned my lesson from that instance, but they had since proven themselves to keep an appointment and made up for it monetarily. So I was not supposed to fly back from my trip until today but I received a call from said clients who wanted to meet up last night. I change my flight to the tune of almost $200 and guess what they do? Stand me up again. I am still sour about it so I called on with my agencies and the night ended up being a complete dud. As you can see, I am still bitter about it and they have not called me back. I told them I had changed my flight for them, but apparently that went unnoticed. That is the first time I have changed my flight to come back to work early, and it actually flopped. Anyway, on with my story!

So my second run in with the law after this entry occurred two months later in December of that year. At the time craigslist wasn’t a terrible place and they had just started doing busts on there and figuring out it was a mecca of prostitutes for the taking. December is super slow after the rodeo and I decided to try to make up for the slack by posting a few ads a few days in a row and just be really careful. I posted one ad and I swear, it was 15 minutes later a woman called me in reference to the advertisement. I already felt somewhat relieved since it was a woman calling for her husband and herself, and the only thing that made me feel peculiar about the call was how she asked if my fee was for “full service”. I graciously replied, “I’m sorry but that term is eluding to prostitution and that is illegal in Clark County.” She apologized and didn’t mean to offend me but would still like for me to come over and meet them. Okay, sounds good to me! I got their information about staying at Caesar’s, it verified, and I headed over there. I knock at the door and a nicely dressed and polite African-American woman answers the door. She looks like someone who would be a secretary at your junior high with her glasses and simple outfit, and her husband is dressed nice as well and could have played football in high school but now is the business type. I sit down and talk with them how they are from Oakland and I take a look around the room at some of the sex toys on the side tables (of course now seem very staged) and immediately tell them just for coming over I do a strip. I get down to my thong and invite them to touch me immediately. The woman hops up, giggles and fondles my breasts while the man just gently touched with the back of his hand. Doesn’t seem too odd, especially since she was so eager to grab me.

So I sit down and she starts saying how she doesn’t really want anything to do with it and how I don’t have to go down on her. I said, that’s all right because I don’t perform oral on women, I only dance and touch. She says, “okay well I want you to just focus on him and play with him and maybe some oral sex on him”. I immediately tell her I don’t like talking about things like that. So she instead asks me what do I normally get tipped for couples and I told her. Just then the phone rings and she runs to the restroom to answer it. That I thought was odd but it didn’t really alarm me since both of them seemed to pass my little groping test. She comes back in and apologizes and says, “Well lets just get started, $XXX for some dances and maybe a little blowjob for him”. I forget how exactly I answered but it was along the lines of, “okay lets just get started” and not specifically saying yes to the oral sex. The man pulls out a wad of bills and starts counting…

I hear the door open and turn around to see Vice coming in and saying I’m under arrest for soliciting and to put my clothes back on. They hurry me off to the other room because yet another girl I think was on her way up. I think why the phone rang was the cops telling her, “You need to wrap this up and get her to agree”. So as soon as I am dressed in the other room the head officer (who was at the previous bust) informs me that I am being charged with TWO counts since there were two undercover officers in the other room. Even though I had turned the woman down for any prostitution, I was still being charged with soliciting her. Bunch of bull, of course! I went to jail and was released about 24 hours later on bail and would have been released under my own recognizance, but they were so slow that day.

So what happened with this case, and how did it almost screw up the previous one? In the other case they had offered me a plea bargain but the catch was I had to stay out of trouble, remember? I had not accepted the terms yet so it didn’t really count at that point. The lawyer thought if I accepted the plea and finished everything before the court date of this offense, that they wouldn’t conflict nor would it be in the system yet. He was right, I finished the requirements that week and had the other case dismissed the same day this one was going to court. So when the DA asked what was the deal with the case from October, my lawyer replied that I had finished the terms and was being submitted that day. So what did the young and stupid new DA do? Dismissed this case entirely right then and there. I was told that was really lucky and of course I am glad it was dropped too.

I just realized that on my old wordpress blog that I had told my readers (many who still followed me moving to my new domain) that I had been arrested but I would explain at a later date how I actually everything went down since I didn’t want to interfere with my court proceedings.

So the recent arrest was the first time in two years I had been arrested, and almost to the day. Two years ago I had been arrested twice during the fall/winter, once in October and once in December. The October incident had to have been one of the more crafty vice busts I have heard of and at the same time, absurd.

I had received an email from my Eros ad from someone who was interested in a girl to escort him to a very important business dinner. The email was so intricate with the story I am still shocked it ended up being a cop. The email started out introducing himself like any other client, and went on to say he recently separated from his wife and owns a company that is putting a proposal together to sell his product to Wal-Mart to carry in their stores. The client said he was from northern Louisiana (which is really not that far off from Wal-Mart’s home headquarters in Arkansas) and the meeting would be taking place in Las Vegas and wanted to make a good impression to the company and needed someone to act sophisticated and dress appropriately for the date. I quoted him my normal hourly rate for dinner dates and he agreed it would be fine. He also included in one of the emails that he would like to meet me the day before to make sure I was the right type of girl for the part of playing his wife and update me with personal information about himself that would be useful during the dinner. Not a problem! I made the appointment to meet, his room information checked out and he also agreed to take care of me for the pre-meeting.

So I go to the Bellagio all dressed up in what I would have worn to Sunday school, and meet with the customer (who is a shorter man who looks of Jewish descent) downstairs by the elevator as usual (since security checks for room keys) and we chit chat on the way upstairs. I asked him if anything was wrong since he looked a little uncomfortable but he said he was tired from traveling all day. We go upstairs and try to get into the room and for some reason his door key doesn’t work. Now you may think that’s some big warning sign, but it is something that happens all the time so no red flags went off to me. So he says, “Let’s go downstairs to get a new key at the front desk and talk a little on the way.” I keep informing him I don’t talk downstairs but he keeps asking me little questions to confirm what we discussed on the emails. He said, “So you said $X an hour right? So that would be $XXX for 6 hours? I think that amount of time would cover everything traveling from here to the dinner in my limo.” I inform him that I never ever take rides with clients in limos and that is okay with him. Almost to the front desk he throws in, “Yea so we can go to dinner then maybe come back here to do something else?” I said, “Uh, okay?” I forget the exact words he said but it was alluding to private entertainment but as far as sexual acts go, nothing was mentioned. He goes to the front desk while I wait on the couch under the glass ceiling, and we go back to the elevators. He mentioned right as we got on the elevator, “Yea okay, that amount seems like it will work out. $XXX right? Okay”

The elevator goes up and the doors open. We walk off and two men walk up to either side of me, one flashing some sort of badge down low that I could barely see and the other is grabbing my purse telling me to let go. What did I think was going on? I thought I was being robbed and held onto my purse. I looked back towards the customer and that’s when one of the officers said, “Don’t you realize, he’s one of us, you’re under arrest. We’re Las Vegas metro”. The one grabbing my purse smacks me on my head and yells, “LET GO NOW” and I yell back, “YOU CAN’T HIT ME! I thought I was being robbed!” They laughed at me like I’m an idiot for not comprehending why I was being arrested and barely seeing a badge from a fake looking wallet. I get taken to the room next to where I was supposed to go for the call and in the bathroom are 13 other girls under arrest. I recognize one of the girls from a service I worked for and kept it quiet. I didn’t find out that I had even been charged with soliciting prostitution until I got to jail and saw my paperwork. I was in jail for a short 12 hoursand released on my own recognizance… the shortest time ever.
So what happened with the case? I got a good lawyer, they avoided trial by getting me 20 hours of community service, having to complete an expensive sexual education class of sorts that you do online, and stay out of trouble until I complete the requirements. I actually learned a thing or two from the silly course. My charges were dismissed once everything was completed and was really just a waste of time in the court system for nothing.

I’ll finish with the second incident next time and how this arrest almost got completely screwed up….